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It was this strange part of the night again, stuck between late the day passed and early the day yet to come. Few were still awake at this time, the large majority of the city enjoying a well-needed sleep. There were exceptions to this majority however : night workers, busy with their dull duties ; hardened party aficionados, living each day to its fullest despite not catching much of the sun ; and the occasional not-so-recommendable individuals, roaming alleys to avoid the streetlights. But beyond the usual nightcrawlers, there were the unlucky ones, fewer in their numbers, who simply could not find sleep. Their attempts to let their minds wander off to the haze of dreams bore no fruit, denied by some anxiety, disturbance in their environment, or similarly obscure bother ; getting to the root of that issue was of course never simple. Much to her misfortune, that night, Annie was among the insomniacs' ranks.

The goat's apartment glowed in the night, one of the few windows still sparkling on the sides of the city's buildings. Her window was open, letting in the cool night air, hoping it would relieve her of the feverish feeling plaguing her. She knew better than to force herself to bed in such a condition, the certainty of waking up after just two hours of ineffective sleep and covered in sweat not interesting her in the slightest. So the horned lady sat behind her computer's screen, only wearing a shirt as black as her fur, as well as underwear of which the bright pink contrasted with the rest of her silhouette ; this was the very lightest outfit she felt comfortable in, for she felt pressured by a strange self-awareness when naked, even alone in her room.

After having chained so many hours with no sleep, Annie's activity was limited to a very basic browsing of online sites, as if on autopilot. After losing her focus for a few minutes, she rose from a slumped posture that could only be a severe back hazard, and reached for her mouse to open a site she often visited when boredom had its claws on her. Her timeline loaded in, but she fell back again, disappointed to find out nothing new had happened since last time she checked -which happened to be only four minutes ago. A rapid glance over the clock at the bottom of the screen forced a wince on her face ; she had a long, long night ahead of herself.

Annie almost fell off her chair when a terrible buzzing rang out in the perfectly silent room, causing her to jump in her seat. After having regained her composure -and balance, she identified the source of the disturbance to be her doorbell. Solving that mystery only raised a new one however, since she had absolutely no idea what kind of fanatic could choose to visit her at such an ungodly hour. She would be really embarrassed if a relative found out about her unhealthy sleeping habits, even though she was more of a victim than an accomplice in this affair. But this theory seemed rather unlikely to her, and she guessed that it was probably some ring-and-run prankster who carefully chose the worst time to be an annoyance. The goat was almost happy to have been awake, so no idiot could interrupt her sleep... But she was not actually sure about her guess, and decided to go have a look for herself. After all, even if she were right, the thunderous thug could strike a second time, and the doorbell would probably wake up her immediate neighbours -unless they had already received the same treatment, of course. She got on her legs and waddled towards her door, sliding the peekhole's lid aside before placing her eye in front of it. Just as she looked, the hallway's light went off, not leaving her enough time to check for someone roaming the corridor. She frowned, and took a step back to decide what to do next. Sure, she could just give up and go back to her computer, but at this point she was desperate for anything to take her away from her boredom. She did not have much to lose taking a glance outside her room anyway... She unlocked the door and, fingers curled around its edge, she sneaked her head outside to scan the surroundings. She took great care to hide her body behind the door, since she was still wearing her highly minimal outfit ; she had considered putting some pants on for an instant, but hasty and unreasonable decisions are likely to be made by one who is sleep deprived. It seemed to work out however, as Annie could not find a living soul on either side of the hallway.

That was, at least, until a voice from just under her spoke :

--I hope I am not of any bother to you ?

This was Annie's second very ungracious jolt of fear tonight. She managed to land on her paws, and looked down to identify the visitor she had somehow missed entirely. The negligence of her search suddenly became a lot more understandable when she recognised the long, teal serpentine body she knew to be her friend's. Said friend was staring up at her, her usual curious expression awaiting a reaction.

--M-Miraya, what, w-what are you... I mean, no, you know you're always welcome, but...

Why are you here ? Why this late ? How did you even get here in the first place ? How long did you have to travel to find me in shambles like that ?

All questions that tried to come out at once, and were ultimately condemned to never become words as Annie drowned them in stutters. Miraya simply chuckled.

--Looking at you now, it seems I was not wrong believing you would be struggling to sleep... May I please come in ?

How could she have known that ? She couldn't be responsible for it or something, right ?

--Oh, uh, of course. Make yourself at home, and all that.

The serpent nodded a "thank you" and began pulling her long body inside Annie's apartment, slithering past her bare legs.

Wait, no, what was I thinking, I am still in unde-

--Pretty pink, Annie, I like it. A bold colour fits you well.

Oh my GOD.

Annie suddenly felt really, really tired. She brought a hand to rub her exhausted eyes, or maybe the true intent behind the gesture was to hide her blushing behind a palm. Who knew ? She did not herself. By the time her watery eyes stopped blurring her vision, Miraya had already pulled her entire body inside the room and closed the door behind her. The sight of the blue python sprawled across the room was rather breathtaking, everything feeling smaller because of just how much space she took. Loops and loops of snake, either resting over furniture or wrapped around it, and among the sea of scales, the serpent's head, back pushed into a pillow pressed against the bed's backrest. She looked at Annie, her smile showing her comfort. Annie felt it radiate to her and wash over her worn out body. Miraya spoke to her with concern on the tongue :

--You will fall apart at any second if you just stand here, my poor poor thing. Come take a seat.

Annie took a step forward, then stopped. Attempting to follow this simple direction made it much more obvious just how overwhelming the snake's presence was in the minuscule room, her coils blocking the access to any kind of seat. The goat looked at the python again, and suddenly came to her the idea of simply seating on the coils. Come to think of it, it was probably what Miraya was luring her into, but she could not really find a reason to complain about it. She stepped over the mountain of piled snake loops and placed her palms on its top, lowering her rump onto the softness of the scales. The touch under Annie's fur was a tad more comfortable than she remembered from the few times she had experienced it, and she felt her late night lassitude pierced by a needle of satisfaction. Maybe a friend's visit was what she needed after all, despite herself being such a wreck at the moment.

--I am happy to see you again Annie, last time was just too far away, jovially hissed Miraya. I am sorry my visit had to be so impromptu, then again a true friend must be by your side in times of need, would you not agree ?

--Oh, uhm, don't even worry about it, smirked Annie while rubbing the scales under her. I'm actually pretty glad you decided to show up, yeah, even so... well, it really was unannounced.

--The pleasure is all mine. Now then, could I as~s~sk you a question that has been tugging

at me since I arrived ?

Annie could not hold back a sigh of endearment at Miraya's shift in expression. She had this display of curiosity unique to snakes, a subtle tilt of her head to the side and an intrigued smile extending from her chevron-shaped mouth, from which a forked tongue occasionally peeked out.

--Sure thing, Mira.

--What does it mean that you would "sub" for girls ?

The goat froze in place, but not before having started the transition to a grimace of surprise and embarrassment. Touché, sure, but where did that shot come from ? Did the snake travel all the way here just to expose her in the middle of the night ? But then she remembered something and looked down. Her apprehension matched reality, as she recognised the black shirt she was wearing to be the one labelled in a very aggressive font :

i can sub for girls

i WILL sub for girls

Annie's ownership of this shirt stemmed from a sleepless night just as this one, where she browsed a little too far and bought the piece of clothing on impulse upon finding it. Wearing this open-hearted artifact filled the goat with a strange pride, the kind of pride one would rather keep to themself. It did not really make sense.

Nevermind the underwear, this truly was the proof that Annie was not expecting company tonight.

The question had left her speechless for a handful of seconds now, traces of syllables confusedly attempting to form an answer in her mouth. It was also confusing that Miraya did not know what subbing referred to, since Annie thought the snake had an... history that would have taught her such a notion. She seemed to be curious to know, but was she truly genuine ?

--Oh, my apologies Annie. I see this matter is just too deep for you to properly answer in your state of fatigue. There, allow me to rid you of this hass~s~sle.

The goat's trainwreck of thoughts was interrupted by a soft touch sliding across her shoulders. She looked down, and found the python's tail trailing down her side. It cupped the

back of her neck as it went, and she could not help but push her head back against the coil, feeling it subside under the pressure and rub its scales across her fur. The feeling of coils cushioning her body was something wonderful she did not experience often enough, and she guiltily wished that there was no shirt between her body and the tail running down her form. Then, the tail grabbed the bottom of her shirt and began lifting it upward.

Before Annie had time to react to this intrusion, Miraya had already taken off her shirt, dexterously avoiding the horns that could have ripped the fabric. The preposterous piece of clothing fell to the floor, and Annie hurried her arms to her chest, crossing them to hide her exposed chest. Her bashful panic was opposed by Miraya's attitude, the predator softly chuckling to the goat.

--M-Mira ! What ! You y-you can't just-

--Sshhhhh, interrupted the python.

And Annie obeyed,observing her friend's head move closer to her, the goat stuck somewhere between intimidation and fascination.

--Do not res~s~sist me, Annie. It is too late for responsabilities~s, do you not think ? Let it happen, relinquish all control and let me in charge.

Miraya's tail moved up and encased the goat's neck, laying a thin collar of snakeskin around it. Annie shivered and stood still, lulled by the serpent's words. It was not hypnosis, she felt too aware for that to be the case. But the prospect of letting Miraya in control had something incredibly alluring, and so she simply waited for the snake to proceed. Yes... She would just submit for the teal lady. That sounded good.

--Good, good, nodded Miraya. I will take good care of you, honey. In my hold, you will have what you need the most : a profound, peaceful s~s~s~sleep~

Annie nodded back, a placid smile across her face. She felt at peace just with Miraya's presence surrounding her, and the tail had only just begun wrapping her up. It began coiling down in circles, taking the goat's shoulders within them and effortlessly untying her now relaxed arms, pushing them to her side. The room began rustling with the snake's scales rubbing against one another, crawling over the goat's fur and the furniture as more coils converged towards the mammal, the sound of it covered by the low hum the snake gave. Annie's dark breasts disappeared behind a teal loop that lightly squeezed them into her chest, and she tilted her head to the side, sighing as her head was rested against the swirling advance of snakeskin.

Already, Annie's eyes were closing, her mind finally lulled by her body being submerged in the serpent's massage. She could not look down to see, but she could feel her outline vanish progressively with each circle passed around her, each second pulling thicker and thicker coils around her. The slender tail that had initially scarfed her had been replaced by a larger portion of the serpent that cupped the whole lower half of her face. Her arms were held tightly among the teal tomb, which inexorably reached down for more of her body, swallowing her sensitive belly, kneading her thighs, seizing her knees...

Annie was nothing more than a head on top of a pile of coils hovering above the floor now, and although the serpent had enveloped the whole of her, the turmoil of scales had not stopped, bringing thicker parts of her body around the goat still. The insomniac's eyes were closed now, and her smile was completely blissful. Annie felt her mind become lighter, as if held by the powerful bands of muscles squeezing into her, her prison so comfortably tight. She could already feel her senses dissipate into the relief of dreams when the snake's voice spoke again.

--How abs~s~solutely delighted you seem to be, my dear. I am glad I could bring you such peace of mind, such encompass~s~sing comfort~

The snake's voice was becoming more distant. Annie's shut eyelids were becoming heavier.

--But maybe this is not the place you des~s~serve... No, I know where you will s~s~sleep, Annie. Come, and you will know true comfort and intimac~c~cy~

The prospect of a better place seemed... Out of this world. Annie would not have known to ask for such a thing, but the promise of it awoke a greedy curiosity in her. As she felt the tower of coils she was trapped in move, tilting back it seemed, she found in herself the strength to open an eye and look up... And then, both her eyes opened wide.

The goat found herself facing the ceiling, with Miraya's maw stretching wide open behind her, the coils pulling her towards it. Annie could not believe this was happening : was this really all a trick of Miraya to devour her ? She attempted to struggle, but it was of course no use, her body not moving an inch in the unwavering tomb ensnaring her. Before she thought of calling out to the serpent, her face was pressed again its palate.

A thin layer of saliva covered Annie's head, and the lithe tongue came looping around her, a moan resonating from the snake's throat suggesting she enjoyed the taste of her prey. It was oddly warm in the predator's maw, the temperature contrasting with the fresh coils that the rest of Annie was held into. She felt them withdraw at the top so they could push her inside the predatory maw and towards the throat's entrance opening behind her head ; was Miraya not even afraid of hurting herself with her catch's horns ? Annie hoped these pointy arguments would bring the python to reconsider, but she found herself out of luck when her muzzle entered the dark passage, her vision going from a pale pink to complete darkness.

The defenseless mammal attempted to protest again this fate, but she was unable to form words with the snake's inner walls holding her face so closely. Her legs and arms still pinned by immovable muscles, she shivered as her shoulders were slotted into the humid maw, a loud gulping sound resounding around her head, the entrance of the snake's throat. The pushing force exerted on her lower body was now replaced by the traction over her head, pulling her in with waves of pressure rolling across her. In some way, this predicament felt... Familiar to her, in a strangely comfortable way. The preything's mind grew more lucid to the sensations stimulating her body : her head, kneaded carefully by the serpent's inner muscles, surrounded by the sounds of the wet presses and the predator rejoicing ; her neck and shoulders, the forked tongue dancing around them and burrowing into her fur, appreciating her touch and taste ; her breasts, sensually caressed by the tail reaching up just to touch them. Annie found in this dizzying experience a cadence, a rhythm the serpent followed, and felt comforted by it. It was not rough as one would expect a predator to be, no, it was a careful manoeuver, like the loving embrace one casts onto a lover.

The warm, slick tunnel engulfing her was not so scary to Annie anymore. As the snake continued to swallow her, she waited for her chest to leave the python's mouth, and shuddered intensely as her cleavage was squeezed past the tight entrance to the reptile's throat, joining her shoulders in the tight hold of the pulsating throat. She was starting to find being eaten pleasurable, despite not exactly knowing why. It was... sort of like being coiled, only more intimate, with more sounds and more sensations. Simply put, it was more than she had ever felt.

As her hands vanished inside the snake's mouth, the goat felt a shift in gravity and understood Miraya was almost done with her meal, letting her tail slide off the mammal's legs and tilting her head back, neck at the vertical. To her own surprise, Annie found herself moaning in pleasure as her descent to the depths of the serpent accelerated, the bumpy textures of Miraya's inner walls massaging her more thoroughly.

Annie knew only her legs were left outside of the snake now. She could feel it, their fur still dry, safe from the intoxicating warmth only the predator's insides could provide. She weakly waved the two limbs, the last hope she had of not being entirely absorbed by the great serpent. Upon thinking about this instinctive struggling, she realised it was most likely not going to help any, and instead would cause her to sink in faster. She did not stop.

Only her paws were left sticking out of Miraya's mouth. The feeling of it was almost unbearable : the rest of her body was neatly held by the reptile's warm inner embrace, squeezed in gentle ripples by its throat. Annie wanted her entire body to feel it, she wanted to be whole in the warm slickness, she wanted to sleep deep within Miraya. One more swallow,

and the two paws slid between the scaly lips, entering the mouth, but it was not enough. The goat panted, squirming to push herself deeper, to drag her ankles down into the snake's abysses. There was a delay, which seemed to last forever, then a long, steady swallow. Muscles before Annie relaxed, and those behind pressed in against her, pushing her into the newly opened passage. Her ankles entered the throat, and the gullet finally closed behind her paws. Bliss.

Annie felt fulfilled now, not a single care clouding her mind. Ripples continued pulling her deeper in, although at a seemingly slower rate. How far in was she by now ? And how much did she still have to go ? It was so hard to tell, like it was hard to tell where down and up were, and she just preferred not to worry about it. She was happy where she was, in her loved one's belly.

After some time, she felt the snake slither, her own body forced to bend with the sways of the slender body she was trapped within. She felt herself curve with Miraya, and understood that it was time to sleep for her. Yes, sleep, of course... She could not ask for a better place to sleep. From somewhere outside the snake, Annie recognised the lullaby Miraya had hummed to her earlier, and felt a pressure coming from the outside, the snake petting the goat nestled inside her. Annie shifted about, but was unable to make herself any more at ease than she already was. But before she closed her eyes, she slid a hand across her thigh and to her crotch ; there was one last thing she had to take care of, an urge that was brought to her by she who gave her sleep.

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--Hmmm... You are a little sweet after all.

Miraya laid her head on the bed, right next to the coil that withheld Annie, and gave the bulge a playful push of her snout. After a few last excited stirs inside, Annie had relaxed again, and was now laying perfectly still in her living cradle. The python was pleased to see her friend enjoy the experience, even pleasantly surprised to see that the goat went as far as satisfying her newfound lust while still inside the reptile. This was all the more surprising when Miraya remembered that she totally forgot to mention her inability to digest meat, meaning Annie was safe from the start. But the situation evolved fast, an opportunity flowed into another and in the end, Annie happily flowed down the harmless predator's throat. There was no reason to complain about a happy ending.

The python was starting to feel drowsy too now, her travel had been a long one. She slithered onto the stretch of her scales, nuzzling against it for a little while as she made herself comfortable on top of Annie. Having found a good spot to sleep with her friend, she smiled listening to the goat's tranquil snoring, and closed her eyes too ; they had a long, long sleep ahead of themselves.